Friday, October 5, 2012
To Dave- In the right moment.
She was young and he was too. Both not ready for anything more than a dance under the dim light. At the rehearsal dinner, they sat across from each other, pictures were taken, balloon hats were worn, salsa was eaten.... and neither boy nor girl gave a second glance at the person sitting near. The presumption being that it was not meant to be.
"Oh, he"s a great guy and he's so cute", the bride told her sister. And the girl, who maybe lacked some self confidence, did not pursue the blue-eyed, blonde haired man. As for the boy, not much is known of his thoughts on her at the time if there were any. Alas, it was not the right place, it was not the right moment.
They enjoyed the wedding and went on their ways, back to their different worlds, different dreams. She fell in love and married, soon after. One destructive decision after another and life was difficult. She knew her world was not ideal and realized that some things should be let go of. She moved back home, not searching for anything short of freedom. He had a rough go after high school and made the choice to move from the only place he had ever known. He needed a fresh start, a new hopeful existence.
Free from her shackles, she saw a glimmer of opportunity in her future. She embraced her new life, and for the first time ever, she learned to love herself. So, when her sister mentioned the boy again, she figured there was nothing wrong with becoming friends. She hardly remembered his face. He just got out of a relationship and agreed to have a chat with her. At over 4,000 miles apart, they opened up to a friendship; they accepted which ever direction it would go. But nobody truly knew what was to come.
She found it easy to converse with him. She told him all her secrets and her dreams. He acknowledged her in a way she had never known possible. They grew together. As their conversations lingered, so did their nights and days. Sometimes, they would talk so long that they would fall asleep on the phone. She loved hearing his tired, scratchy voice. He loved her giddy zest for life.
They would have never known that this was meant to be; that love could be born by merely sharing and gaining and even more so, without seeing. The right place and the right moment just hadn't happened until then.
The story of us begins.......
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